Blanche's POV
I stared into Zain's eyes, catching that probing, hunting look burning there.
I wasn't entirely sure what he was getting at, but the stabbing pain tearing through my lower belly made one thing crystal clear—this wasn't my monthly cycle.
Still, I held my ground. "Just cramps. That's why I passed out."
Zain's gaze sharpened, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "Think real carefully. You hiding something from me?"
I caught the loaded meaning behind his words and snapped back, "Zain, if you're gonna blow up, just get out. I don't have the strength for your drama."
After that outburst, I felt completely drained, sweat breaking out everywhere, the pain in my stomach twisting even deeper.
Without thinking, I pressed my hand against my belly, the sharp agony telling me this was way more than cramps.
The uncomfortable sensation between my legs served as a brutal reminder—I might've had surgery.
Deep down, I knew the truth, but I just wouldn't let myself face it.
